Aspen's Betrayal - Sex Stories

Aspen's Betrayal

... Aspen's office.

Aspen was on the phone -- he could hear that much through the door -- but she opened it sooner than he thought she would. She nodded to him and smiled when she saw it was him and gestured him inside and pointed at one of the chairs across from her desk. Crispin slipped in and took a seat.

Still on the phone, she returned to her desk and took a bottle of whiskey -- as well as two glasses -- from a low drawer.

"Look, Jeff," she said. "If this is still about the time is of the essence clause in the contract -- and I think it is, based on what I'm hearing you say -- I think I can work that out. I can have one of our memo monkey on the office floor just knock it out and I can review it. They do this all the time."

She paused again and now rolled her eyes, as whoever was on the other end of the line went on a diatribe. She uncorked the whiskey bottle and poured a finger in both glasses, then clinked them together.

Crispin raised the glass to his lips and took a tentative sip.

"Again, Jeff," she said to the attorney -- Crispin was pretty sure it was an attorney now -- on the other end of the line. "We can get this squared away. Look, give me a call on Monday and I'll assign it to one of the office floor grunts. I'm looking at one of them right now."

She gave Crispin a savage wink.

"Beautiful," she said, a few seconds later. "Yes. Absolutely. Hit me up on Monday and we'll make it happen. You have a good weekend."

She sipped her own ...

... whiskey, stayed on the line for another 30 seconds, and hung up.

"Good fucking lord," she said, draining the rest of her drink and pouring another finger into the glass. "Some men, Crispin. Some fucking men."

He offered a weak smile. "Yeah, I bet."

"Anyway," she said, and tossed a strand of obsidian-black hair over the shoulder of her blouse. "How are you? What brings you up here on a Friday afternoon before a long weekend?"

Crispin swallowed hard. He'd thought about this conversation, of course. But he'd never been sure how much Aspen might have known or been privy to about his promotion, and, thus, his need to ask her for a spanking.

Ask her for a spanking.

This was Aspen Beira. In law school, they'd only passed the Evidence final because they'd taken it together. He'd met up with her for so many coffee-drenched study sessions, gotten food with her so many times, listened to her talk about sex and dating and nothing at all for so long he felt like he knew her better than anyone in the building now.

And yet, here they were. Aspen with twice the salary and all of the power and Crispin needing to beg her to take him over her knee and spank him so that he could make as much money as she did.

He took a deep breath.

"Well," he said, and he couldn't look at those gorgeous green eyes of hers just now. He dropped his gaze to the dark hardwood of the desk between them. "I...I'm up for a promotion."

He only looked up after a few second of silence.

"Really?" ...